Shifty Brent - My Sunday Suit

My collar is sharp and my grin is wide; I got a pocket full of nerve inside.
The bouncer checked me from head to toe; I said, "Mister,
I dressed this way to steal the show." He tried to laugh,
But he lost that fight when the brass jumped up and the room caught light.
I do not need a calling card,
I do not need a name in lights.